How a Dream Dies

Let me tell you how a dream dies.

  1. You have an hour glass before your face.

You watch each grain fall into place.

You think your dream will come at a steady pace.

But darling, that’s not the case.

2. At first you don’t notice that hairline crack.

And once you do, there’s no going back.

All you can do is watch the world go black

as the fragile glass holding your dream shatters.

3. You thought your dream would slowly trickle out.

Instead it spills out in a single spout.

You grab the grains of sand to push them back,

but they fall through your fingers like bits of ash.

4. In one moment your dream is gone.  What to do?

You’ll likely laugh at it one day, pretend it didn’t matter

only to hide how much it did,

   and that your dream will always live in you,

in the form of regret.


9 thoughts on “How a Dream Dies

  1. The bleak emptiness of this poem… It appeals to me. And now I sound like some dark psycho guy. XP Anyway, I really like the structure you took with this poem, and the use of the numbers as if you’re going through a series of steps was well done. I like it! =D

    ~Michael Hollingworth
    Disce Ferenda Pati – Learn to endure what must be borne

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